I wasn't gunna post this writing.... But I will. What am I scared of.......

This was a writing I did a few weeks back. I guess my fear is people thinking, ah more like knowing, what a wicked weirdo my writing can be. I am trying to refuse to let fear dictate my life, and posting this is a big step for me.

Called, In The Company.

In the company

of giants

Forged my way through amidst the steel and rubbish

Following the footprints of monsters

My name written in calligraphy on my neck

Designer everything ruled

It was a vacuum sucking in the life's and souls already thrown away by their owners

Drawn in by the intense aromas and desirables dancing their way to exotic extents

i've been traded

I've been given a new life enslaved in the belly of the beast

Tradgidy and romance collide here only to form a new essence of what they both once was

realists need not play here

only the once broken and soul selling must know this feeling

Absolute absolute-ness

Redefined every time they change

from what once was, now is, now is gone, now is what never was

Given to me as a birth right

And torn away everytime I think I know myself inside out

You bleed senseless nonsense and I crave senseless acts

contrition is not far from being our only savior

devoured by impulse, reactionary reactions

when we draw lines in the sand who are we keeping out

or is it us that we are really keeping in

a challenge bid by our own undoing

we are

in the company

I am trying to visit the past lives

Of ones I ve never met

Only to seek their advice on wisdom never heard

a wisdom so great in depth that to ears it comes in the sound of music which speaks directly to our souls

it opens minds like horizons and delves deeper than inspirations, touching the heart of our souls

only visiting is allowed, for this runs to great a risk to keep me here

and on the outside, we all have been here before.... its the inside so few have seen

My dreams

You keep

my faith

locked up